Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2008 15:54:36 -0700
From: Jay roberts
Subject: "Software for Making a Man" by Jay Roberts
+++Stop hiding over there in the corner. I see you, and I see you are
definitely under 18 years of age. Sorry kid, you hafta go. The others out
there that are 18 or more, you are as welcome as the flowers in May.
I have seen this written on a shithouse wall: "My Mother made me a
homosexual," and then written below, "Ask her to knit me one." Not exactly
high humor, and only mildly funny, but somehow this gag line kept popping
into my head while I hung around on this Saturday.
It's like this. I am totally at loose ends. It's kind creepy that a 25
year old of standard male looks (except for my absurdly red hair) and
suckable cock is in this fix.
I checked the newspapers for something to do. Well, there is this used
computer sell-off up around Columbia Avenue. Not too exciting, but my
laptop is dying an inch at a time. I guess I'll just go and see what they
got.
Up at the show, there were hundreds of people milling around. The crowd
was really off-putting, but I noticed that in a corner, near the entrance,
there was a guy with a small table. On it were about six small silver
colored devices. Computers I guess, because they had monitor screens. The
boxes were smaller than a tower, about half as high and one-third as deep.
They almost looked like testing devices or some sort.
"Hey Fella. Whatcha got there?"
"Hi Sam, I've been waiting for you to arrive."
What the shit? How does he know me and my name? This is Outer Limits
stuff. I took a close look at him. He was kinda strange, very pale, but
decent looking. But he was, of course, a little person. You know, a
dwarf, but his body parts were in perfect proportion.
"Do I know you," I asked a little belligerently.
"I've always known you, Sam. Are you interested in one of my computers?
They are full service, even more than that."
I decided to stop pushing him on how he knew me, but the computers did seem
interesting. "Are they used?"
"No right out of the boxes over there. They work fine. They will bring
you pleasure everlasting."
Well, no computer can do that, and no computer lasts forever. "How much?"
"What do you think it is worth?"
"How the fuck do I know. Give me a price."
"How about...." He said, staring at my shirt pocket where I had put some
money to use here..."Forty bucks." Strange, that was exactly what was in
my shirt pocket, two twenties.
"Okay," I said wonderingly.
I handed him the money. He quickly took the computer and slid it into the
box. As I took the box and began elbowing my way out the exit, I noticed
that it was a plain box, no model, and no manufacturer. I turned back to
ask him about it. His table was gone and he was gone. How it heck did he
pack everything up so fast? One thing I suspected was that I had been
snookered. I bet that the silver case has nothing inside.
Back in my apartment I set the box on an end table and plugged the electric
cord in an outlet. The screen began to glow green. As it was warming up I
checked the box. No screws, it was just molded together. Must be one of
those new Chinese computers for the masses.
"Hello Sam, welcome to Create a Man Software."
I jumped a mile. The voice came from the computer, loud and strong...and
the damn thing knew me(?)
"Hi," I stupidly replied. Oh shit, I was really crazy. But then as I
stared at the screen, a man's face appeared, it looked a hello of a lot
like the dwarf at the swamp meet.
"Would you like a tour, press 'enter'."
My shaking index finger pressed the key on the tiny keyboard that appeared
on the lower part of the screen. The screen's colors changed from gray to
bright blue and was filled with face pictures of...I'd have to
say...handsome young men, most of them movie stars. The voice over
continued. "Begin constructing your man. Move arrow over the face and
head you like."
Well, I had always creamed over Emile Hirsch's cute, gamin face with its
shiny tumble of black hair. I pressed over that head.
"Next Sam, see the headless bodies on screen two. Their owners are
identified."
It was an easy choice for me, Jesse Metcalf.
"Skin quality, highlight person's you chose." Yeah, I chose Leonardo
DiCaprio. His body skin is so smooth, it's almost poreless.
And so it went. I got to pick a perky ass from screen three. Jesse's was
fine, of course, but the selection of world-class asses...wow! I chose one
belonging to a name that was not famous to me. Then came the critical
screen, cocks. I was treated to a display of pictures of cocks, double
pictures with soft and erected. I pondered this group, enjoying the
feeling of my arrow (hah!) moving around the field. Actually, I knew
almost immediately the one I preferred. It greatly resembled my buddy from
high school's. Long thin, gently upwardly curved, cut, with a large head.
Finally, a drop down menu appeared, labeled "attitude". There were
choices: Shy, Submissive, Cruel, Dominant, self-confident etc. I chose
self-confident, not exactly sure how that played out.
"That concludes the selection, said the elf head. Please wait a few
minutes for the program to create your man."
Holy shit, the box groaned and shook and blinked white light and finally,
with a loud bang and a puff of smoke the screen went blank. No matter what
I did, it was totally dead. What a waste of money.
I stripped, put on my under shorts that I sleep in, put on the ball game
and settled in my old battered easy chair with a beer. About fifteen
minutes later I got another beer and was sucking away at it, just getting a
little buzz, when the doorbell of my apartment rang. Usually I get a
signal from the downstairs call box, but whoever this is must have slipped
in along with some other person's entry. I generally don't like that, it
could be dangerous. I looked out the peephole. Then I saw this cute,
outstanding, boyish dream of a guy, even though slightly distorted by the
wide-angle lens, I almost gasped out loud. He smiled at me with his Emile
white teeth and spoke in a mellow baritone. "Hey Man, let me in. I'm
dying to meet you."
Oh, if only this peephole was a glory hole. Oh well. I flung open the
door and he strode in with youthful confidence, surveying the apartment
with his clear brown eyes. "What a shit house! But anyplace is a palace
with you there."
Oh, saying nice things get me hard quickly. I rearranged my prick as best
I could inside of these well-washed shorts. He laughed and pointed.
"Nice. I can't wait."
He was dressed like any twenty-year old you might see on a college campus,
tee shirt with a faded image of a rocker, now unidentifiable, wrinkled
cargo shorts and his perfect feet slipped into rubber slides. I also took
in his fine, slightly hairy lower legs. Oh me oh my, I was getting faint.
"I'm going get naked," he announced suddenly. "Why don't you slip off
those raggedy shorts and get some air on your prick?" Oh, oh, I could see
the self-confidence spilling over. I had no intention of being his bitch,
so I better get some ground rules agreed to.
"I'll call you Jack, okay?" I said.
"Whatever. Let me see your pubes. I hope they are as red as your head.
And then, maybe I'll really be lucky and you'll have fuzzy red hair on your
ass, and...." Fanning himself like a diva, "a ring of red hair around your
hole."
Gee what a rude boy, but he was turning me on. I still hadn't removed my
shorts, he got on his knees and yanked. The loose elastic waistband
allowed them to fall quickly to my ankles. "Yeah," he breathed. "The hair
is red, and you got a lot even though your chest is smooth." He thought
for a moment, "You're kinda hot."
He stood up and put his muscled arms around my neck and pressed his cute
lips against mine. He tasted so nice, so clean, maybe minty, but soon I
forgot everything as we melted into each other. I reached down and pushed
my cock to the side so we could really get close.
When we finally separated, I was staggeringly dizzy and breathing hard. He
grinned at me with that Hirsch crooked smile. "How about we take this show
to your bed?"
He put his arm around my waist and pulled me along. Both our pricks were
wobbling and stiff as we walked. I stole a glance at his. Yep, it was my
old wanking buddy's cock, but this was a bit longer and more acutely
curved.
Once we were on the bed, he pushed me down and attached my cock with his
hot, sweet boy's lips. He didn't waste any time getting me thoroughly
licked and sucked. He seemed to know when he had brought me to the pitch
and stopped suddenly. "I think the steak is done. Now for some fucking."
"Okay," I husked. "I can't wait to get into that hot ass."
He slapped me sharply on my cheek. "No, no boy, I do the fucking."
Now I have not had a lot a gay sex experience. I call it sex lite. You
know, mutual wanking, a little suck. I had one or two experiences when
guys asked me to fuck them. I usually, being a nice guy, agreed. It was
hot! But this beautiful monster in my bed was pushing me toward something
I was afraid of and not sure I wanted.
He got up and stood next to the bed, his hands on his hips, surveying me
with a critical look. "Look Sam, you made me. There are no returns. You
paid for what you got, now stop acting like a little girl and take your
medicine. I know you are going like the spoonfuls of sugar that Jack
dishes out. He grabbed my legs roughly, pulled me toward the edge of the
bed, tucking my ankles at his hips. This position exposed my ass crack to
his delighted eyes.
"Yes you do have that red hair ring around your asshole. Oh shit, I am
dripping and ready to bring you pleasure. If you fight me, I'll beat you
up, dawg."
My head was whirling with fear. What had I done? I created this thug, this
beautiful thug and now I was going to be raped.
He tried to put a finger into my asshole. "Fuck you are tight. All the
better when I begin thrusting, it'll massage my prick nicely, but first I
gotta get in. Stop holding yourself tight. Wait, I can fix that."
He took one of my nipples and twisted it. I was assailed with pain, yet
good feelings. Without realizing it, my asshole opened. He could see it.
"Yeah girlie, you like your titties played with roughly. You are one hot
bottom boy, but you don't know it. Hey, look, your asshole is blinking at
me. It wants me inside. Sure baby."
Just for good measure he slapped first one ass cheek and then the other.
These weren't love taps, these were smarting slaps that brought tears to my
eyes, and to my everlasting shame, I think I blubbered a bit.
"Now, now Samantha, settle down. You are going to have a life changing
experience that you have always wanted but didn't know it."
He put the large head at the opening. "Now baby, I won't move an inch. I
leave it up to you. Remember, once the head is in, the rest is easy."
I swear I didn't mean to move, but that slippery cock head at the opening
felt so good, I just wanted to intensify the feeling. I moved my ass
forward and the head slipped in. He laughed loudly. "That's the way. I
knew you were fuckable. You were aching to get me inside your hot canal.
You don't have to wait any longer. Here I come."
I felt a pain as he shoved his prick into me. My insides felt raw and
uncomfortable, but also his slight back and forth movement was stimulating
my prostate and I was lost in that hot feeling. My backbone was vibrating
and I realized I was moaning like a calf. He loved it. "That's right
girlie, enjoy my prick, your clit is getting my treatment, in a few
minutes, you will be a mewling idiot, begging for me to fuck you hard."
He began a slow in and out. I felt that my mind was leaving my body and
orbiting above me. My ass craved rough treatment. I wanted to cum and cum
hard, but my orgasm was under his control. I knew I was mastered, and
helpless.
He watched my face like a hawk. As he saw my eyes roll up and my slack
mouth drooling he intensified his fucking. Now he was going in and out
like a blur. It turned me into a raving loony. I began pushing my hips
forward and back to get more feeling from him. He was flat out laughing at
me, but then suddenly even this control freak was servant to his orgasms.
"Oh shit, you did it. I'm fucking cumming. You cum with me, you hear?"
I felt his body stiffen and then his cock sprayed my insides with a fire
hose of his milk. My own cock began spewing up over my chest and shots
even reached my red hair. We were two messy animals, caught in the vise of
our sexual frenzy. I could hear my own cries mingled with his deep moans.
I never experienced a climax that lasted so long. We were both bathed in
sweat. He pulled out. My ass hole felt slack and empty. "Don't worry
girl, I'll be in there as soon as I recover in a minute or two, and this
time I'm not going to be so gentle. Now I gotta take a piss, be back in a
moment."
After he left the room I heard the crackle of the box in the living room.
It seems to have revived. I ran in. There on the screen was the dwarf
head. "Did you like your selection?"
I don't know if one can speak back, but I said, "No I didn't. I don't want
to be a sex bitch. It's not me. I am slightly afraid of him. Can you
make him go?"
The little fellow giggled. Yes, but you have to trade. I'll take you in
his place." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I had to extricate myself
from this scary, but sexy guy. I agreed.
There was rumbling in the box. I felt a sucking feeling and then I went
blank.
* * * * *
A few days later a young fellow was turning on the silver computer box he
had bought at a swap meet. After the head finished the tour, he looked
over the various men he might summon or use parts to make his ideal. While
looking through to "Boy Next Store Regular Guys" he was taken with one kid.
He looked to be in his early twenties and had flaming red hair. That kind
of hair turned him on. He put his arrow over that picture. "I'll take him
just as he is."
The dwarf laughed. "Good choice. I believe he is very fuckable."
End